I had a union job in a tire warehouse for one of the big tire manufacturers. Everyone hired on a thirty day trial basis. After that you were permanent and could join the union. I thought the new guy was difficult. No skin off my nose. He didn’t work for me and it was a big warehouse. After 28 days of working there the new guy was sent down into a dumpster to rearrange it so we could put more stuff in it. The only “rule” applied to how got that duty was the ability to climb in and out of a large dumpster. It wasn’t an especially unpleasant task. We weren’t throwing out food waste or other stinky, messy things. Just old tires returned under warranty. New guy so it as an insult.
He looked up at his supervisor and said, “Good thing you had me do this today instead of three days from now when I am permanent. I would have told you to kiss my ass.” And that is bad enough. She comes to visit us every 3 or 4 months. My mother-in-law is with us since March 13th due to the coronavirus outbreak and lockdown, and even though the lockdown is over, international flights are still not available. So my mother-in-law, my wife and I are stuck in my wife’s and my 51-square meter 2-room apartment. I have had to put up some unbreakable rules for the sake of livelihood and harmony so that the privacy and intimacy of my marriage remains unperturbed.